During a recent patrol over to the far bog, we attempted to sneak up on a small group of ducks hanging around the open water. Before we could get very close, they flew off in a panic. For the next five minutes they flew in circles over us and the edges of the bog.
A Woodbury pond evening sky in mid autumn
The latest project by our local beaver team includes dimension lumber as well as the usual complement of trunks, branches, leaves, and mud.
We have recently found several beaver dams in the backwoods. While we are hoping to get some pictures of the new inhabitants, we have gone back to the archives and found some interesting images from the past (here is an April 2017 snapshot from the far bog).
The leaves are starting to turn; a full color autumn has been forecast. The longevity and persistence of reds is how I grade the quality of a northern New England foliage season.
Earlier this year I managed to catch this youngish blue jay in the upper bog
from the no-name pond on a late summer late afternoon; an impressionist painting using light and water
from the no-name pond up close.
From a late afternoon at the no-name pond, the first of several impressionist presentations
john's f-stop 